Baseball Plus
I wrote the first half of this entry on Monday, but it got fucked up in posting. Here's what I can remember.
I worked a lot of baseball games the last few weeks, and being around the team that much made me realize how part of me regrets not playing. I've always wondered what would've happened if I had tried out for the Allderdice team. I'm pretty sure I would have hated that experience for two reasons though. First of all, Whit's an idiot and second of all, the team had more redneck crackers than a box of saltines. Playing baseball stopped being fun for me during the summer of '95 when I was practicing for the JCC Maccabi team. If I really think about it now, there are a couple of obvious reasons why that experience sucked. I was the youngest kid on the team by far. The oldest kid (Phil's stepbrother, as it turns out) was going into 10th grade, and I was only about to start 7th (makes it hard to connect). Also, my Dad got re-married that summer, which had pretty negative ramifications at the start of the school year. Probably didn't make what was going on me too pleasant either. What I know I hated then about the team was how over my head I felt. I was one of the worst players on the team, and I was so afraid to make a mistake because the coach would always bitch me out. Everything seemed to come so naturally to everyone else. That summer was probably the point where my baseball skills were at there best, but compared to all these older kids, of course they were pretty sub par. Part of me wishes I could've realized more of the underlying causes of my unhappiness--maybe it wouldn't have caused the negative feelings from that summer to bubble over into the next couple of years (which ultimately became the reason I quit). More likely, baseball at a higher level is full of challenges and high-pressure situations. I didn't have the make-up to play like that then--no matter the outside circumstances--and probably never would have. Still, watching me suck royally at the batting cage last summer, and the enjoyment of being around the Vassar team make me wonder what might have been.
Room draw numbers came out Monday. Jess got a pretty good one for her dorm, but it almost makes it harder to pick! Oh well, I'm sure she'd rather have #78 in her class as opposes to say...792.
I have a paper due and a test in the next 24 hours, and then I'm fairly free until finals start. I really wanna do well on the Psych test, cause if I finish with an A I won't have to take the final.
The Pirates lost last night to fall to 12-6. Still, that's a 108 win pace right there. Even if they lost every other game this year, the three-week hope that they might be good has been completely worth it.
I worked a lot of baseball games the last few weeks, and being around the team that much made me realize how part of me regrets not playing. I've always wondered what would've happened if I had tried out for the Allderdice team. I'm pretty sure I would have hated that experience for two reasons though. First of all, Whit's an idiot and second of all, the team had more redneck crackers than a box of saltines. Playing baseball stopped being fun for me during the summer of '95 when I was practicing for the JCC Maccabi team. If I really think about it now, there are a couple of obvious reasons why that experience sucked. I was the youngest kid on the team by far. The oldest kid (Phil's stepbrother, as it turns out) was going into 10th grade, and I was only about to start 7th (makes it hard to connect). Also, my Dad got re-married that summer, which had pretty negative ramifications at the start of the school year. Probably didn't make what was going on me too pleasant either. What I know I hated then about the team was how over my head I felt. I was one of the worst players on the team, and I was so afraid to make a mistake because the coach would always bitch me out. Everything seemed to come so naturally to everyone else. That summer was probably the point where my baseball skills were at there best, but compared to all these older kids, of course they were pretty sub par. Part of me wishes I could've realized more of the underlying causes of my unhappiness--maybe it wouldn't have caused the negative feelings from that summer to bubble over into the next couple of years (which ultimately became the reason I quit). More likely, baseball at a higher level is full of challenges and high-pressure situations. I didn't have the make-up to play like that then--no matter the outside circumstances--and probably never would have. Still, watching me suck royally at the batting cage last summer, and the enjoyment of being around the Vassar team make me wonder what might have been.
Room draw numbers came out Monday. Jess got a pretty good one for her dorm, but it almost makes it harder to pick! Oh well, I'm sure she'd rather have #78 in her class as opposes to say...792.
I have a paper due and a test in the next 24 hours, and then I'm fairly free until finals start. I really wanna do well on the Psych test, cause if I finish with an A I won't have to take the final.
The Pirates lost last night to fall to 12-6. Still, that's a 108 win pace right there. Even if they lost every other game this year, the three-week hope that they might be good has been completely worth it.